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Stay Awhile
04:39
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‘Pretend I’m asleep in the back seat’
-Now, just a desolate place
‘Ascend my grief as I’m grinding my teeth’
-How? This was all a mistake
‘Lend me demands and your feverish hands’
-Allow, all alone in this bed
‘Send me your letters and Seminole feathers’
-Without thought-out words from your head
Fires & sirens lost, not contained
I was fighting for livable wage
Monetary problems now erased
‘Mend all the tears in the seams of my fears’
-Or crowd my whole body instead
‘With those who could’ve known or could’ve emptied their nodes’
-Loud tears soak sheets sent from glands
‘Colorful memories of green more than red’
-Now, superstition commands
‘My words misled & betrayed up ahead'
-Howls, erased in diaphragm
--Spikes, only in diagrams
Tigers & lions fought in their cage
I was fighting for systematic change
All of my problems are now erased
"I wish I could stay awhile
Wish you could see my smile
I wish I could’ve stayed awhile
Wish you could’ve seen me smile
I wish I could stay awhile
Wish you could see my smile."
"I wish you could’ve stayed awhile
I wish I could see your smile."
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Radiate
03:31
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Radiate, this life anew
Meditate, your heart renewed
Hesitate, you'd never do
I look down, look through, reveal no ruse, screenplay come all too true
You’re never lost, you know your scene
You shoot purpose from light and screams
Ridding rash and rushed routine
I never knew too well to bade farewell but it’s more than abstract news
Resonate, the music seems
Irrigate, love pass through stream
Hollow aches, they tear through seams
I can’t pass by you but your avenue will still bask in your point of view
Radiate, this way unto
All of us, your life ensue
Resuscitate, our bodies through
You always could tell your reasons well, now wisdom, prints for debut
I never knew you well to bade farewell but you’re more than abstract news
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Unaware
03:50
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I snap back, come to, and notice you, only you...
And once my shoulder can turn over and appear unto,
But there is no fear from you, you’re winding out but
On my back, on cue, and focus through, only you...
And stuns my shoulder moving over, ( I ) would edit, undo,
But there is no fear from you, you’ve wounded out
It was morning there
I was so unaware
Miles, doze & stare
I was so unaware
Window pane, a glare
I was so unaware
Miles / roads we share
I was so unaware
It was morning there
I was so unaware
Saw my own despair-
-I was so unaware
Woke to glimpse of hair
I was so unaware
Vanish → witch from Blair
I was so unaware
It was morning there
I was so unaware
Assumed the world is fair
I was so unaware
From atop I glare
I was so unaware
I swore I’d see you there
I was so unprepared
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4. |
Mountain Tattoo
03:42
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Printed on, and the remnants won’t leave
Sets a trace, although you’ve been deceived
I tend to like to hide everything
Even patterns of my Pendulum-Swings
The outlined ink will speak you through
From forest to tipped canoe
To your spontaneous pursuits
-Their mountain tattoos-
But it feels so wrong, it feels so wrong
Now never up for review
But your photos still remain clue
Of your world given talent infused
With the will, nudged along to improve
Burn incense in your room
Your favorite scent they choose
And In memory they wear your shoes
I hope that’s okay with you
But it feels so wrong, it feels so wrong
But you still live on, you still live on
But it feels so wrong, it feels so wrong
To see you gone, but your love lives on
And your shots that I have seen
From The Post, uploaded screen
Things in which you believe
Things in which you’ve achieved
Contrary to what they think
Things are exactly what they seem
Designed only for their needs
And now you can finally breathe
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J. Moriarty Columbus, Ohio
Just here for the making and sharing of music
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